Young Writers Society

Heyy!! Here's a review
To be honest, this relates to my thoughts so perfectly.. i'd been thinking such for real. I always thought that i am still that kid before pandemic cuz how nothing seems to change day by day but whole as a year or two a lot has. This poem is something most people could relate to, how fast the years have went by, without much realisation, how fast we've grown up

The worst part of this which you stated is factually really true that how powerless we are to this, it's more like fighting with inevitable but it's draining that most things are out of our control.. the deep fears

And lastly where you mentioned that things have got fine now but still when the thought goes, you think about those year, that is my fav part of this poem

It was such a relatable poem for me, felt like someone intangled my overthinking head and wrote which i wasn't able to frame.. a really Nice one. Loved it >>

Hey, VintageGirl here!

Wow, this hit me like a sack of bricks. I’m assuming, as did the other commenter, that this poem was about Covid. I agree, it really feels as though we stopped aging when everything shut down. Everything stopped, like the world continues to move around you, apocalyptic, but you’re stuck. I was just thinking about this today, how people younger than me feel the same age because they’ve continued to grow, but I feel like I haven’t. I also love how you talked about the lack of control that came along with Covid. There was no control during the unknown, and even now I’m watching everyone moving on like it never even happened. It’s the weirdest feeling, and I’m glad you put it into words in such a lovely way. Thank you.

Keep writing!
VintageGirl

Hello hello! Ari here with a quick review.
Okay, so first things first--I'm guessing from the way that this is worded it's about the pandemic. Especially the lines: 'Illness. Loneliness. And lack of control'.
You really captured the weird, time-warpy feeling of quarantine, too. Where did those three years go? I have no idea. Everything feels the same but...different. Like we all stepped through a wormhole into some sort of semi-apocalyptic world but now everything's fine? No more mystery disease? And we've all aged three years, too. How did that happen?
The lack of control that you mentioned, too. It was a very tumultuous time when nobody really knew what was going to happen next. It was all very disorienting, and your poem shows that. It's simple, but very well written. Great job!

PS. Something ironic is that I was looking forward to 2020. I was excited to write a symmetrical number on my schoolwork for dates lol. And then bam! Covid! And no school either lmao.